Clueless Ink

I like to linger.

I’ll share pieces of me,

and I’ll listen to you.

Lingering,

I’ll tell you about me,

and I’ll want to know about you.

Even if it’s a temporary place,

I make it my home.

Even if it has an end,

the journey should be mine;

painted in my colours,

shaped by my will,

expressed in my way.

Even when I visit places like Vietnam or Sri Lanka,

I don’t run to explore the city;

I’m just happy to breathe it in.

Because I’ll be back.

The idea of just staying in Minneapolis for a month,

and forcing myself to go swimming or take a yoga class every day,

is my kind of peace.

Maybe it can be a vacation for some,

staying at a faraway home for some.

But for me it’s just staying,

one place at a time,

and breathing.

Maybe crying some days,

laughing till the point peeing is seconds away,

getting to a cliff and chickening out of jumping into the water.

Change of air,

but doing the things,

At a different place,

stays.